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Rob: And Archie went back home to collect him.
I licked my lips and squinted, pinching the bridge of my nose until some of the pressure abated.
Me: I landed, for anyone who cared about the flight.
Rob: It’s a Challenger 300, your flight was fine.
Me: Last time I use your secretary to book anything
Rob: Good.
Flynn: How’s your man????
Me: He’s not my man.
Flynn: Yet.
Barclay: Can I leave this chat?
Dalton: No
Rob: No
Flynn: ABSOLUTELY NOT
Me: If I’m stuck here, you’re stuck here.
Rob: Was he happy to see you?
Me: That wasn’t the word I would use, but he didn’t hit me in the mouth.
Dalton: A win is a win.
Me: We’re wheels up in 20.
Rob: I want to meet him.
Me: Absolutely not.
Flynn: You’ll be home in time for Thursday drinks.
Me: NO
The plane shook as Owen returned, climbing the stairs like each of his legs weighed a thousand pounds. The phone kept vibrating in my hand, so I flipped it to airplane mode so it would be easier to ignore.
“Do you feel better about things?” I asked.
He looked defeated as he shrugged.
“I don’t want to force you into this,” I said.
Owen stood beside me, smelling a bit like lemons and leather, looking every inch the man who wanted to crawl out of his skin and evaporate into thin air.
“I want you to come back to L.A. because I want to spend time with you, and I want to spend time with you naked and in bed.”
“Just in bed?” He cut me off with a weak laugh.
“Anywhere you’ll let me have you,” I admitted, the confession schooling his features. Owen shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hands fisted at his sides. “But make no mistake, I don’t want any of that if you don’t want it too.”
